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I should be so romantic
As to believe in renewal,
The phoenix eternally rising
From spent crematorium ashes.
But I know too much about physics,
And how peaks are pummeled to rubble,
How stars too soon flicker and perish,
How entropy rules the day.
The boldest words ever spoken
Are no better than whispers in blizzards,
Blown out of existence forever
Before they can sire their echoes;
And cycle on cycle may follow
Until the axle is broken,
And chariots crash in their circuits,
Never to circle again.